Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.